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Time has passed. There are nearly no leaves on the tree now, save for a few small stragglers. Sirius and Naos are collecting leaves together, and making one big pile. It's cold enough that their breath can be seen, but it doesn't seem to bother them at all. Orion sits under the tree, uncomfortable, watching them play. He's curled up with his toy green giraffe. Watching them are Aquila and Cygnus. They're sitting close to one another near the door, having a conversation.